Thursday, July 28, 2011

Sight - A poem about a Goat I met

So stoic is this doe,
so silent after long,
so brown like earth,
she nobly grazes away.

In between grazing
she raises her head
and stares at me
with wide eyes.

They scare me and say
"we know the truth."
Then she goes back
to grazing carelessly.

Once I heard in a movie
that a goat can eat anything.
This pastures herself
away ray by ray

like under the sun
her shed looses red hue
teaching me to sing
like a pacified Guru.